User blog comment:Biggren/The Southern Alliance/@comment-3474228-20120321212334/@comment-3135907-20120321212824

Grivvin Scravey muttered under his breath as the Samerel turned and began to escape. He desperately needed oarslaves, and now they were escaping into the wide blue- a whole shipload of them!!! "We'll catch `em, we'll cath `em!" he called to his crew, who hopelessly slogged at the oars underdecks. I'll bet me mother's tail agin' that, he thought most unhappily, knowing his words were only half-possible at best.